I, Qin Chuan, Have My Own Way of Lying Low
"Qin Chuan! It's Qin Chuan!!!"
The appearance of Qin Chuan's name was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves.
"What do you mean, Qin Chuan!? Didn't he take first place in the martial competition? Why is he entering the formation competition too?"
"Yeah, he took first in the martial competition and still came to compete in formations. Does Qin Chuan want to take first in both?"
"Hiss..."
At the thought, everyone drew a sharp breath. The Pure Void Sect had seen people take first place in two events at the inner sect competition before, and all of them had eventually become mighty figures in their own right.
What was more, Qin Chuan had killed Pei Xuan in the martial competition and cut off his dick. Pei Xuan's third junior brother, Jiang Lin, was also taking part in the formation competition, which meant the two would face each other. No one knew what kind of sparks would fly.
How could they miss such a show? They immediately began calling their friends over to watch.
The moment Yun Yao saw Qin Chuan, he stood up and looked at Jiang Lin.
Jiang Lin was not surprised to see Qin Chuan step onto the stage. After all, he had already encountered him during the test. Seeing Yun Yao look his way, he gave a slight nod to show he was confident, and Yun Yao sat back down.
"Who exactly is Qin Chuan!? He took first in the martial competition, and now he's entering the formation competition too. Do any of you know whose disciple he is? I remember him calling the sect master senior brother."
"He's her disciple, the disciple of the Glazed Glass Immortal Venerable of Supreme Mystery Peak."
"Hiss... the Glazed Glass Immortal Venerable's disciple. No wonder he's so strong. I'm betting on him to take first in the formation competition. Too bad there's nowhere to place a wager."
"Even if he's the Glazed Glass Immortal Venerable's disciple, he might not be able to beat Senior Brother Jiang Lin. Senior Brother Jiang Lin has been a fourth-rank formation master for a long time," a disciple of the sect master's lineage boasted.
"Pah! How could that disgusting Jiang Lin possibly be a match for Senior Sister Ling'er? Hmph, I don't think he can even compare to Martial Uncle Qin." The mere mention of Jiang Lin's name made the female disciple feel sick.
She had been unlucky enough to pass by the foot of the mountain below Yun Qian's cave abode that day, and by another unfortunate coincidence, she had seen Jiang Lin, Xie An, and Yun Qian stark naked. She had been so disgusted that she had barely cultivated properly these past few days, and even the pills she had taken days earlier had nearly come back up.
And Xie An was a damned eunuch, too. It was so revolting that now, whenever she saw a male cultivator, the scene came back to her. She might never be able to find a Dao companion.
After stepping onto the stage, Qin Chuan closed his eyes to rest. Jiang Lin did not come looking for trouble, but Chu Ling'er gave him a cold snort. "Hmph, Qin Chuan, I'll definitely defeat you and show Grandfather I'm stronger than you."
Chu Ling'er often heard Chu Xing praise Qin Chuan and tell her not to be arrogant, saying Qin Chuan had greater talent for formations than she did. She had long been unwilling to accept it.
So when she saw Qin Chuan enter the formation competition, she secretly swore to trample him underfoot and show her grandfather she was better than him.
Qin Chuan glanced at Chu Ling'er. She was a little girl still wet behind the ears. He could not be bothered with her and chose to keep his eyes closed and rest.
Seeing Qin Chuan ignore him, Chu Ling'er snorted again and turned away, full of haughty pride.
The elders on the raised platform also began to chat. Yun Yao pointed at Jiang Lin and said, "Elder Chu, what do you think of this third disciple of mine?"
"Sect Master Yun's disciple is naturally extraordinary," Chu Lanqiu replied politely.
"Then how about letting my third disciple and Elder Chu's daughter form a good connection?" Yun Yao had not given up; he wanted Jiang Lin and Chu Ling'er to become Dao companions.
"You jest, Sect Master Yun. Ling'er is not worthy of your accomplished disciple." A trace of anger had already crept into Chu Lanqiu's voice.
She had considered letting Chu Ling'er and Jiang Lin become Dao companions before, but that was before. Did Yun Yao not know what a state Jiang Lin was in now?
He had been hung up naked at the foot of the mountain, and the entire sect had seen his bare buttocks. He had even earned the nickname White Buttocks. For someone like that to still dare covet her daughter, she suspected Yun Yao was deliberately trying to disgust her.
Yun Yao wanted to say more, but the grand elder cut in. "The competition is about to begin. Elder Chu, will the formation competition be the same as in previous years this time?"
"More or less, but I added a third round. Formation masters should naturally have practical combat experience." Chu Lanqiu said no more after that.
"It has already begun. The first round is breaking a formation. It's a fourth-rank formation, so quite a few people should be able to break it," another elder from Ten Thousand Formation Peak explained.
Everyone's attention turned to the arena. They also secretly looked forward to Qin Chuan facing Jiang Lin. Who didn't love a good spectacle?
A fourth-rank formation was child's play to Qin Chuan, but he was in no hurry to break it. He would lie low for a while first, then sneak a blow in on that old schemer Jiang Lin, and see who was sneakier.
Before long, Jiang Lin had broken the formation and come out, followed by Chu Ling'er. When they saw that Qin Chuan had not come out, identical smug smiles appeared on their faces.
Seeing that her precious daughter had actually been slower than Jiang Lin, Chu Lanqiu's expression turned somewhat ugly. Yun Yao, however, smiled faintly and tried to sell Jiang Lin to her again. "Elder Chu, does this disciple of mine meet with your approval?"
"Sect Master Yun's disciple is naturally excellent. Congratulations on having such an outstanding disciple." Chu Lanqiu politely declined once more.
"Junior Brother Qin has come out too," the grand elder said, interrupting their conversation again. He did not want Chu Ling'er to marry Yun Yao's disciple.
Qin Chuan knew how far to go when lying low. He had already revealed his talent for formations during the martial competition, so after four or five people had come out, he followed them.
"Hmph, Qin Chuan, you're too slow." Chu Ling'er snorted again. This time, she held her chin high, delighted to have beaten him.
Qin Chuan could not help chuckling. A young lady without any scheming in her was hardly worth the trouble. Besides, Chu Ling'er had met a miserable end in the story. After Jiang Lin defeated her in this formation competition, she developed feelings for him.
But that gloomy bastard Jiang Lin only liked the heroine, Gu Xiran. He used Chu Ling'er in every way he could, and in the end, Chu Ling'er and her mother were both fed to demonic beasts.
Thinking of this, Qin Chuan could not quite understand why Chu Ling'er was so stupid. Had her body grown without her brain?
Chu Ling'er was furious that Qin Chuan was ignoring her again. She glared at him and made another threat. "Qin Chuan, I'll definitely defeat you. I hope you won't be so slow in the second round."
Qin Chuan kept his eyes closed and continued resting. Chu Ling'er could only snort and walk elsewhere. No sooner had she left than Jiang Lin came over.
"Qin Chuan, I hope you can last until the third round."
Smack.
Qin Chuan gave Jiang Lin a resounding slap across the face, then angrily rebuked him in a cold voice. "You called me by my full name again. You don't understand the slightest thing about respecting your elders and honoring the Dao. This time I'm only giving you a small lesson. Next time I won't let you off so easily."
"You...!!!" Jiang Lin wanted to strike back, but then he remembered he could not beat Qin Chuan. All he could do was stammer "you" for a while before leaving him with another threat.
"Martial Uncle Qin, I'll see you in the formation competition. I hope you last until the third round."
"I certainly will." Qin Chuan looked at Jiang Lin with disdain. Jiang Lin said nothing and swept away with a flick of his sleeve.
This time, Yun Yao did not lose his temper and intervene. He had already received a voice transmission from Jiang Lin saying he would make his move against Qin Chuan in the third round of the formation competition.
He had also sent word back, telling Jiang Lin to act without restraint and leave everything else to him.
Qin Chuan smiled as he watched Jiang Lin walk away. He had slapped Jiang Lin on purpose, deliberately provoking him.
Anger could make a person expose their weaknesses and lose their reason. Such a person was much easier to deal with.